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Debbie Ogenyi Apr 2017
I slept with a beating heart
Woke to the same rhythm
Like African drums from far
I feel my soul cringe
My body leap with fear
I think death more often than not
There is an unsettling I cant explain

Sometimes the source of pain is clear
Other times too complex to  figure out
How my tongue no longer taste
My mind has gone numb
Life essence is lost
As the clarity of worthlessness is evident
Once I thought I was more than this
Now  I'm completely unsure...  


In the midst of it all I choose to smile
To raise my hope above  once again
I had to become sure of all I hoped for
I celebrate every day I wake up to
And above all celebrate me
All that I am and will be
I am valuable, I am priceless
Somedays are blue and gloomy.... U WILL SURVIVE
Irate Watcher Feb 2017
Clenching my teeth,
I cringe while you read my old poems.

Ahhhhh!
That's not me!
I swear!
I've changed!
I'm not so immature!

There would be nothing more satisfying
than crumbling that **** up
and showing you how great I am.

But those poems are the legs I stand on.
I can't cut them off, can I?

Those awful poems!
Sporn from longing and lust -
I called it "love" -
my cranky post-grad years,
living with my parents,
and working minimum wage jobs...
all I hide is there, for you to see;
most people don't look.

I want to erase it all!
I sometimes hope my old poems
are accidentally thrown away.
Then I wouldn't be at fault for
all those lost thoughts.

I don't want you to read them,
but I just can't rid myself of them!
Even now,
when those reflections seem far from the truth.
I hoard them. They are pasted on my mirror.

So I stand,
begrudgingly transparent.
Front to back, see through
and scared shitless you'll
discover I'm not perfect
in this personality economy;
I prepare my list of apologies:

Sorry I'm scarred
Sorry I'm chopped
Sorry I'm *******.

So please —
don't talk about my old poems.
Let's pretend you haven't read them.
Revolting against identity management! It causes me so much anxiety :/
Kai Jan 2017
Love me or hate me,
I will never let you go,
Being with you makes my heart glow,
I will stay by your side holding your fragile hand,
look into your eyes so you could understand,
For you are the reason why my heart is still beating.
so cliche. ._.
CastorPolydeuces Nov 2016
i see love and light and cringe
at its generic quality, all the same
all beautiful and endearing and encouraging
and i can't help but feel the cynic in me laughing
at the mawkish displays and efforts
and at my own generic skepticism

just one charming quality of my
self deprecating form of narcissism
just writing out of boredom, too tired to put forth much effort, but too bored to leave it be.
Ron Gavalik Sep 2016
I loved her face
until her eyes narrowed
in disgust
and her red lips
spewed cringing hate
That's when I knew
beauty does not exist
All we have
is *** and
survival
Memory.
Ami Shae Jan 2016
I looked deep into the abyss of your pain
and heard the screams that you could not voice aloud--
the blackness which encases your heart
has been etched indelibly forever
upon my mind, my soul
and I ache from seeing your pain
and cringe in fear
wishing, praying, hoping somehow
I could make it go--
but I have no power to help you, dear friend--
all I can do is step out of the way
and hope somehow the darkness will unleash its hold
and allow you to come back out and play.
When you see someone you truly care about in such pain that you cannot fathom a way to help...
olivia larson Aug 2015
i can still taste your lips
when i tell them you locked me out
i can still feel your arms
when people try and console me
i can still hear your laugh
whenever my friend makes a joke
you are everywhere
absolutely everywhere
so why am i crying alone
why am i trudging through the days
without so much as a "how are you"
but then again,
your lips burned me.
they set fire to my skin
but then again,
your arms had thorns.
they were beautiful but deadly
but then again,
your laugh made me cringe.
it sent cold chills up my spine
but then again,
i never loved you.
Courtney Mar 2015
she can't stand makeup yet I always find lipstick down my clothes once she leaves and I can't tell if she keeps cutting her lips on my skin or someone else can't get enough of the way she feels beneath them.
the thought of your frozen hands running down somebody else's hips should make me cringe in disgust but I can't shake the feeling of not feeling anything even when your lips brush against my neck even when thoughts of you leaving take over my mind like a hurricane takes over a city
I can't shake the feeling that nothing actually matters, the universe is inside of me screaming that every person is their own star but stars are always fading and changing yet so were you and now I haven't held on to anyone like I loved them with every planet in my bones since.
Leal Knowone Feb 2015
does it make you primed
does it make you cry
does it make you feel inside
and the corpses rise

do you want to believe
cant you see the tide
filled with doubts seed
does it make you lie

does it make you cringe
can you ever confide
is it time to infringe
whats truth and a lie

for I don't know
what reality is
what to believe
time and space it self
if nothing else

does it make you primed
did I make you bleed
does it make you feel inside
do you want to beilve
cant you see the tide
don't cover your eyes
Aditi Feb 2015
Do your  parents wonder, why you take time to open your door?
How you cannot wash their dead daughter's blood off your bedsheet
Go tell them how she bled to death for someone who would not even look her way or do anything to prevent it lest his hands get bloodied

Do they ever wonder why there is no mirror in your room,
or notice how you cringe at the sight of your reflection as if you've seen a ghost And how that is the case exactly?
Go tell them how your own shadow scares the wit out of you,
as if it is mocking you and soon will reveal your dark secrets to them.

Do they ever wonder why you have so little photographs of you?
Go tell them your face reminds you how you turned into everything you said, You would not when you were a kid; how you are just a pile of unsaid goodbyes, abandoned building, shattered dreams stitched up together by skin you dont feel comfortable in.

Do they wonder, why your hands are often on your ears as if you are trying to block some loud music only you can hear
Go tell them how his words keep replaying in your mind.. how he told you so many "truths" that you no longer know which version to believe in

Do they ever wonder why you have no friend or why you keep staring at the wall and yet your eyes appear to be seeing right through everything?
Go tell them you are looking at his eyes turning colder by minute, till you don't recognise who he is; that he has seared goodbye in a place inside you so deep that you send your friends in love,  packing bags long before they plan to leave.

Do they ever notice how you cringe when they attempt to hold your hand or hug you?
go tell them how all the times you were let go still echo through your skin,
how you always acted like a filler? how every one you loved had their eyes set on their destiny and you were always traffic

do they ever wonder, why you always seem more restless at night? Or, how they never find you asleep?
Go tell them how the future that you could have had but did not haunts you every night, How you think you have enough time but then you blink and suddenly you are all out of it and you ask Him for 5 more minutes but he just shakes his head.
will add more if you guys like it :)
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